I'm too afraid that Mom will see it." "So, you've wanted to touch a guy, or kiss a guy." Oh yeah, very much so." I looked back at him again, and smile... sheepishly. The arm that held me around my belly came up to rest right below my boobs. I didn't ask why he'd moved it. I liked where it was. Instead, I ignored it and asked another question, "how'd you escape her?" Ha! Like I've said, she's not the same way with me. I'm her husband not her daughter. I came up here to see how you were. She knows. They're almost in high school; I'm sure their friends talk about sex all the time!" That's not the point! I know they are exposed to the idea, but talking is one thing. I just don't think I'm going to be comfortable sleeping with you while the boys are in the house. How did you feel the first time you realized your parents had sex?" Look, they know their dad's girlfriend sleeps with him, so it's not an unknown concept to them. And, they seem to be accepting my presence without too much. Her nipples throbbed as if they knew they were under discussion. She squirmed in her bondage, instinctively trying to cover her breasts, soothe the ache in them with her hands. “I suggest you finish that thought,” he was saying, quietly, silkily, “or you’ll wear these for twice as long.” He opened one of the clamps and let it spring shut, demonstrating the force of its rubber-covered jaws. He reached for her shirt and started to pull it up. “They’re so you can clamp my—my nipples!” Marie. Her green eyes are still glowing dangerously and even her little pulled-up brows seem to question my behaviour. Slowly I push her skirt into her groin and my lips closer to hers. Her legs part slightly as my fingers dive into the moist valley between them, following the descending panty line into the dark. Her eyes flicker and close in anticipation, the knife looses its deadly poise - and a thousand wild horses couldn't hold me back any more! Through the thin cotton I can feel the rough brush.